Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Like Religion ❯ Chapter 1

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: Do we really have to do this? Oh, alright. Digimon and its characters don't belong to me. I'm using them shamelessly without permission, and I'm making no money off of them.

Whoo! Egyptian AU!

This takes place, obviously, before Moses led the Israelites out of Egypt and to freedom. To add a bit of history, the time of Jewish captivity in Egypt is thought to have been during the reign of Amenhotep II. Interestingly, this would have been an excellent time to be gay and Egyptian. Amenhotep II was bisexual and is notable for having asked for the Mitannian king's (Artatama I) hand in marriage. 8D
Whether this had anything to do with Moses' vehement hatred of homosexuality is unknown.
Needless to say, the Jewish view of this was very different from that of the Egyptians.

On an unrelated note, I refer to Ken as Akhenaten here. Because it's an Egyptian name, but the Pharoah by that name was the son of Amenhotep III. Ken is a younger son, not a future Pharoah.


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The slave has not moved from the spot where the servants left him. Akhenaten circles him the way his cat Iba might stalk a mouse frozen in fear.
Daisuke shows no fear though.

Ken runs a milk pale hand over the bronzed skin of the boy's bicep, admiring it.
"Well." He says. It is not an invitation to speak, but the Israelite takes it as such.
"My God spared me from death. As He has done this, so will He spare me from you."

Your god did not spare you, Ken wants to say, I did. The minute I saw you I knew you had to be mine. I stayed their hands. No other.

What he says is, "Do you really believe there is only one God?" His voice is tinged with genuine curiosity. As an Egyptian, Ken has no problem believing in the God of Israel. It is the Jewish insistence that there is only one God that puzzles him.

"Of course." Held captive in Egypt, the only thing the Israelites have is their faith. Daisuke clings to his like a drowning man clings to a log.
"We have many gods." Ken says, musingly. He pushes back the filmy drapery over one window to show Daisuke the sky. "See, there is Ra, up there. Horus who guides our sovereignty, Osiris, who rules the afterlife..how would the world manage with only one god?"

Daisuke is drawn into the light. He is beautiful in the afternoon sun, hair aflame, skin golden. Ken catches his breath.

"God created the world and everything in it. He doesn't need help to rule over it." He bites his lip. The Egyptian prince is beautiful, and he hates himself for thinking so.
Shockingly blue eyes turn on him, laughing. Daisuke had heard that the pharaoh had a foreign wife. From Crete or Greece or some other island nation, and this prince must be her son. With his exotic eyes and fair skin, he is only Egyptian in his arrogance.

"He must be a wonderful god, then." Ken prompts.
"He is a good God," Daisuke says fiercely, almost against his will he adds, "but He is not always kind." Ken smirks. "No?"

Daisuke meets his gaze, blushing. "He puts you before me like the forbidden fruit in Eden. Look, He says, but do not touch. Do not taste. He is testing me."
Ken smiles, he knows this tale. He has read up on some of the Israelite's beliefs.
"Eat of the fruit. You shall not die." He mocks gently. Daisuke looks crestfallen. "They did die. They died slowly, and they passed their death down to us."
Ken advances on him. "My gods do not tempt me, they do not test me. You are a gift. A reward for something I have done right. Perhaps your god is punishing you, but mine are not."

All his life Ken has had whatever he wanted, on plates of silver and gold if the occasion called for it. He has never, in all that time, wanted anything as badly as he wants this scarred, defiant slave who would not bow to an Egyptian and nearly lost his life for it.

He presses the boy against a column and kisses him. As the Jewish boy's lips part beneath his, he is reminded of the apricots that came on a ship, all the way from Macedonia, last year. They were packed in barrels and half were rotten, but those that weren't...Ken remembers the warm sweetness as he bit into one and it fell apart on his tongue.
This is better.
He lingers a long moment, tracing the slave's lips with his tongue, then pulls away. Daisuke leans forward for more, a beg, a surrender, but Ken dances out of reach. "Ah-ah-ah. Only look." He teases.
The reminder is as sharp as a knife.

Ken's wicked, laughing eyes sparkle at him. Daisuke closes his eyes and wonders what's so alluring about this spoiled brat who's never worked a day in his life. Then he opens them, because Ken's perfect, unblemished hands are on his skin again.

Ken thinks that no-one in all the court has ever been so tempting. With their lazy perfection, their flawless skin, their impeccable manners...they simply cannot compare to the thought of rough, callused hands on his body, of those wiry muscles at work to pleasure him.

He drops a kiss on the puckered weal of a scar that curves over Daisuke's shoulder. "Don't touch." He admonishes.
He blesses a sun-browned nipple with a swipe of his tongue. "Don't taste." He whispers, as Daisuke struggles for breath.
"I'll do that." He adds, as he slides to his knees before his new slave.

~finis~